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Cafe Mason

Cafe Mason, you are really weird. You were not at all what I expected based on what I knew about you. Which was mostly just that you were a 24 hour restaurant called Cafe Mason that presumably catered to people staying in the nearby hostels. I expected a cross between Lori’s and Original Perfect Hamburger. Instead I found this

Surprisingly swank. I also found this

A charmingly (?) hand illustrated menu. A menu that was much more extensive and eclectic than I could have anticipated.

The service provided at Cafe Mason was busy and overfriendly but well-meaning. The variety of accents made me suspect that it was staffed by foreign visitors perhaps from the aforementioned hostels. Most notably there seemed to be some romantic tension between our female server and the male water guy. Ooh la la.

So the menu was what one might call “continental.” The standard soups, salads and sandwiches, but also pasta, French and Italian inspired entrees, and burritos and fajitas. It was a bit overwhelming.

Jessie had a caesar salad (sorry for the godawful picture)

Justin had some sort of stuffed chicken thing

I had what I think they called a Croque Vegetal. Basically a veggie and cheese sandwich but egg battered and pan fried like french toast. Kind of weird, but basically good. They stuffed a good amount of different types of vegetables and cheeses into one sandwich. And I remember the little salad being nice.

Cafe Mason would be a good place to take your grandparents, because it’s clean and that whole continental cuisine thing seems to belong to their era. It would be a bad place to take your grandparents because the service is a little iffy and it’s a bit pricey for what it is. In terms of me taking myself there again; probably not a happening thing. I’m definitely not going there for Mexican. Pasta and chicken are not things I go out for, I’d make that stuff at home if I wanted it. And if I wanted to go somewhere with a wide selection of sandwiches, salads, and burgers, I’d probably hit up Honey Honey instead, because it’s closer to my house, they have larger portions, and they also have crepes. Also, I find their more casual ambience more appealing. So thanks for one pleasant meal, Cafe Mason; presumably our last in the foreseeable future. Farewell.